January 8, 2008

Yesterday, I broke down and told Sis about the money disappearing. She didn't take it well.

"You did what?!"

"I lost track of the money. Well, I didn't lose it. I believe it was stolen from me."

"You believe or you know?"

"I'm pretty sure, 99 percent sure, it was taken."

"How could you be so careless? Do you know how much money was in that envelope?"

"It wasn't my fault, OK? It was an inside job."

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"Inside job? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Blythe's mother, Katherine, took it."

"What? Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"Pretty sure?"

"I'm sure. There's no other explanation. She was the only person other than Blythe and me who could have found it, and I know Blythe would never take money from me."

"How do you know? She's a lawyer. She takes money from people every day."

"It's not her style. She's too much of a goody-goody. This is a girl who can't even lie about using my shampoo. I just know."

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"Well, have you confronted her mom about it, then? What does she say?"

"I haven't quite crossed that bridge yet. It's tricky. She's my girlfriend's mother. She's in a delicate place in her marriage. The timing just isn't right."

"Screw that! The bitch took my money."

"You don't know that for sure."

"You just told me you were sure."

"It's my opinion."

"Give me her phone number. Better yet, what's her address?"

"Hold on, Becky. Let's just chill for a second here. I have no proof. No evidence. It's just a hunch. Maybe we can do a little more investigating and in the meantime, you can, I dunno, spot Gabby the money."

"I'm not a bank, Zach. That was almost 20 grand. Justice needs to be served here. People need to be held accountable, and if you're not going to take action, then I will."